I'm your average twentysomething queer and transgender parent, radical feminist, mentalist, cripple, emotionally unstable, arrogant, self-absorbed, narcissist. I have one husband, two ex-fiancés and a kid not fathered by any of them. I have diagnoses coming out of my ears. Life is a constant battle between me and my hair. One day I'll be rich and famous, but I don't know what for yet. I drink altogether too much tea and smoke far too many cigarettes. I love body modification of all kinds. If I could be an animal, I'd be a rat. I have the world's most awesome and inspiring family and friends. I like to sleep in of a morning. Trying to be the best damn person I can be.